Common, Bilal, Lonnie “Pops” Lynn - It’s Your World (Part 1 & 2) lyrics

[Common, Bilal, Lonnie “Pops” Lynn - It’s Your World Part 1 & 2 lyrics]

Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was
I spend a day buzzed trippin' off heights
Wishin' for nights in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy
Short-body Caddies uncles named Larry
That never really grabbed me
My mother gave birth but she
Really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch
Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh they
Status on the streets
License plates that say they motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny nigga
Young girls with Penny figures
So many niggas, stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other
That we love so much wonder how many of us
These drugs gonna touch used to gangbang
Ain't really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads and
A dutch to clutch
Went to school in Baton Rouge
For a couple of years
My college career got downed with
A couple of beers
Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans
Same nigga, same block, same shit they on
Only thing different, quicker
They click that chrome
In my defense, yo, I had to hit that zone
Man to man, I'm good workin' with my hands
My generation never understood workin'
For the man
And, of being broke I ain't a fan
Now I stand in the same spot as my old man
My life I planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world

It's your world

Life and death flow around us
Four pounds and pounds of herb
From out of towners
It's hard to stay grounded
We stay high, that's why old folks down us
Lost, nobody found us
The force that surrounds us ain't with us
They get us on the ground and hit us
We paint pictures of the chains
Under their names and scriptures
Removed from Earth
Only to return through birth
Knew this girl sellin' her body
Wish she knew what it was worth
Between God and trash
Lookin' in every car that pass
With a walk that suggests head
To milk niggas she was breastfed
She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread
In the area where it's more
Weaves and less dreads
Kinda scary, amongst thieves and base heads
Said it was her toes
But I could tell her soul hurt
She was cold turk
Growin' up she got to know hurt
Very well in a world where self hate is overt
Her stepfather thought he was Ike
So her mother he strike
She got to like like-minded niggas
Who liked crimes and figures
Doin' white lines and liquor
See hard times had kicked her
In the ass, it used to be thicker
Life is fast, some choose to be quicker
I remember in high school she
Had a passion to sing
Now she see herself in a casket in dreams
These are the children of crack and rap
Blacks that lack
Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream
On our Jeffersons y'all but
We forgot the theme in the Chi
We even rootin' for a garbage team
This queen never seen herself on this Corner
She still wanna see California
But this is her world

It's your world

I wanna be a pediatrician
I wanna be a governor i want to be a artist
I wanna be a veterinarian i wanna be a model
I wanna be a doctor
I wanna be a ballet dancer
I wanna be a football player
I wanna be a astronaut
I wanna be a obstetrician
I wanna be a doctor i wanna be a nurse
I wanna be a fashion designer
I want to be a gym teacher
I wanna be a architect i want to be a duck
I wanna be a wrestler i wanna be a dancer
I wanna be the first
African-American female president
I wanna be a police officer
I wanna be a rock star
I wanna be a gymnastics teacher
I wanna be a captain of a police station
I wanna be a drummer i wanna be an actress
I wanna be a superstar

Be, be here, be there, be that, be this
Be grateful for life, be grateful to life
Be gleeful everyday, for being the
Best swimmer among 500, 000
Be-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie
Be little black Sambo with bad hair
Be aware of Willie Lynch-ism
Be, be boundless energy
Be a four star ghetto general
Be no one except I
Be a strong academic student
Be an A student in Sociology
Be food for thought to the growin mind
Be the author of your own horoscope
Be invited, be long-living, be forgiving
Be not forgetful be a proud run
Only to return to fight another day
Be peaceful if possible
But justice at any rate
Be high when you low
Be on time but know when to go
Be cautious of the road to college
Taking a detour through Vietnam
Or the Middle East
Be absent of wars at any past
Or present fought amongst themselves
Be visual of foreclosure over
Your shoulder while beggin
A nation built on free labor for reparation
Be a cartopographer a map maker
Be able to find Afro-American land
Search thoroughly
It may be close to black land be amended 5
5ths, be amended 5 5ths human
Be the owner of more land than
Is set aside for wild life
Be cupid, to world government
Be found among the truth, lost tribe
Be at full strength when
Walking through the valley
Be not foolish as temporary king
Of the mountain top be a brilliant soul
Sparkling in the galaxy while
Walking on earth
Be loved by God as much as God
Loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144, 000
Be the resident of that twelfth house
Be eternal

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret